He didn't break her all at once. He taught her how to shatter herself. To everyone watching, she has the life girls dream of : money, beauty, a powerful husband, and a marriage wrapped in perfection. But behind their locked doors, perfection is the punishment she can never escape. He tells her who to be. He tells her how to walk, how to breathe, how to think. Every mistake is a lesson. Every bruise is a reminder. Every betrayal is somehow her fault. And she believes him. Because after years of being molded, corrected, and rewritten, she no longer remembers who she was before he decided to "fix" her. She only knows the rules he carved into her bones. Don't speak too loudly. Don't ask questions. Don't look at him when he's angry. Don't look away when he wants your attention. And above all Don't ever forget that love is earned, not given. Her sister whispers that she's losing herself. Her friends say they're worried. Her subconscious screams that something is wrong. But she silences all of them. Because she is so close so close to becoming the perfect wife, he swears she could be if she tries a little harder. And if she can be perfect... Maybe he'll finally love her. Or maybe perfection is the very thing that will destroy her. *This story depicts domestic and emotional abuse. These scenes are fictional and not meant to glorify or romanticize abuse. If you are in a harmful or unsafe situation, please reach out for help: 1-800-799-7233 (SAFE) thehotline.org You deserve safety.

"You... you are my destiny... my curse... my end..." Dev's smile was cold victory. He leaned close, whispering against her ear, his breath a cruel caress. "That's it, doll. That's the truth. You're branded now. Your screams, your blood, your words - mine. Forever." The leather slipped from his hand. Arohi collapsed, trembling violently. Her back was torn, raw with lashes, She fell, her knees unable to hold her weight. Dev caught her before she hit the ground. His arms wrapped around her- not gentle, but possessive, claiming. He looked down at the broken girl in his hold, her lashes still glistening with tears. Her lips parted, her voice a shredded whisper. "No more... please... I can't..."

Warning: DARK ROMANCE Story contains detailed mature scenes possessing dubious consent not recommended for age group below 18 years old. YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED! Prologue Shadows engulfed his angelic features oozing devilish intentions. It wasn't until he took a step towards her did the gravity of situation descended upon and even then she couldn't do anything but shake in fear. She knew making a run for it won't do a thing, calling was not an option and if she screamed...she opened her mouth to shrill but a meek plea came out. Her body's lack of response terrified her, tears gathered in her orbs with horrible anticipation. With his each step nearer she gripped the frame of her window tighter hoping to keep her balance. It took him three steps to be inches away from her body. He slowly took his suit jacket off, making himself comfortable as he amusingly watched her shaken face. She was so horror-stricken to even look at his face. She gulped as his hand cupped her neck in a gentle grip, guiding her eyes to his. His eyes slipped from the hold of her eyes to her lips in a second. She grew self conscious all over again. His heated gaze on her lips was unwavering. In the moment of bewilderment and growing self awareness her tongue unconsciously wiped her lips wet and it was all it took for him to descent on her lips. Description Had it been upto him he'd have broken her down to pieces and never put her togather, instead, he let her build herself, he watched her collapse and stand, die and live, float and drown all the while playing her body like a putty in his hand. Her husband had never been gentle, his ways was one of his kind. He read her like a book and used her spells against her. She was vividly aware of what she was getting herself into but nothing could prepare her for the don who brought everyone on his feet and she was no exception. How would she survive his ways or even would she?

This story is really HOT. Like really really really HOT. It's essentially about a college student learning about her hidden desire to submit to a man, with the help of her roommate & a very hot dominant man. This is a MATURE story & the smut within the story is VERY smutty, so be warned! BUT there's also substance to the story & it's a good read! Enjoy my loves :* EXCERPT - He cupped my breasts, and then he snarled. "Padded bra. As if you needed one." His hands were under my sweatshirt and he hauled the bra up, roughly, and then his hands were on me, feeling, squeezing, his palms grinding against my nipples. Those hands had spanked me and somehow that changed everything. His hands mattered. I arched into them, and then my head went back and he kissed my mouth again, lips and tongue forcing my mouth to give him what he wanted. "Can't think," I said, dazed, against his lips, and he growled at me for speaking. And then one hand dove into my pants, and a finger forced inward. My knees gave out entirely. We sank to the floor and he pinned me down, violently taking my mouth with his tongue and my pussy with his finger, and I learned what happens when you almost come and stop and then are touched again. I was out of control, my legs opened and my hips tilted. His fingers moved to my clit, then back inside me... everything ached and burned and it was all I could do not to beg for more. The late night fantasies were back, but now I was living one, the man who took, demanded, forced a young girl to feel things she didn't know about - my hips tilted up further, he twisted around and sucked a nipple roughly, painfully, and every muscle in me tensed, I couldn't stop, there was only more and faster- I came in that slow, violent way that takes away all control of your limbs and slams you again and again against the floor. My noises were guttural and raw, and when my eyes were closed all I saw was his dark, demanding gaze. --- OKAY NOW GO READ!

Highest rank : #1 _ possessive *Not Edited* ' I continued walking till i felt a hand with something covering my mouth and nose . before i could understand what was happening , i saw black spots and someone whispering.. " breathe princess breathe! .. you're safe with me now. " ~ In a world full of danger and killers , what will happen when the leader of the biggest mafia fall in love ? And what will he do to keep his love ? Will she resist him ? Or will she give up to him ?

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Xaviera Cayla Valiente was the youngest among the four powerful daughters of a notorious serial killer and an underground businessman. The prodigy, the one that handles the family's dirty work, the one that could make everyone kneel in her presence, yet the most hard-headed daughter. A woman who believes no one can surpass feminity when Valiente is around. A woman who would get obsessed with this anonymous writer, the one who would feed all of his fantasies from his books. The one that her man needs to discipline.

彼は私を傷つける | 𝐇𝐄 𝐇𝐔𝐑𝐓𝐒 𝐌𝐄 ━ ( yandere bullies x fem! reader ) ━ ━ ━ ━ ➥ 𝐈𝐧 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐜𝐡, two boys begin abusing and tormenting a girl for one reason, and one reason only: they want her every waking hour consumed by them until there's nothing left ━ ━ ━ ━ ➺ mature themes and language ➺ started: july 30, 2021 ➺ republished: july 22, 2024 ➺ ended: aug 30, 2024 ➺ status: completed ━ ━ ━ ━ 𝐇𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐄𝐒𝐓 𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 #1 - twistedromance #1 - twisted #1 - yandere #1 - yanderexreader #1 - manipulation #1 - bully #1 - bullying #1 - obsession #1 - obsessive #1 - darklove #1 - psychological #2 - loneliness #2 - popular #3 - blood #3 - possessive #5 - horror #5 - slowburn #9 - blackmail #10 - charming #11 - stalker ━ ━ ━ ━ 𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐆𝐈𝐍𝐀𝐋 𝐒𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐘 𝐁𝐘 Ald815

The moment his eyes lands on her, he's all determined to make her his. He gets and keeps her against her will. But what he doesn't know is that, there's someone else out there, lurking in the shadows who has his eyes on her, and an ulterior motive too... What happens when two psychopaths cross paths? Who is going to win and who is going to lose? However, the person who suffers and loses the most is the innocent soul who never thought that her life would turn into a living hell. ⚠️ WARNING ⚠️: Mature content, Physical abuse, Self-harm, Sexual assault, Gross torture and many more.... Note: Draft version, will be edited soon.

BLURB ROZOVSKY HEIRS 4: MARCUS AURELIUS (CRUEL BASTARD) I was used to life's hardships and battles. I grew up in the streets. Used my charm and wits to survive in this cruel world. Because being an orphan at a young age was the hardest battle I had to live in. No one to take care for me and my older brother MVP, both of us had to crawl to the streets just to eat. I had to engage into things I didn't want to do just to survive. I knew in my heart that I would lived poor all my life. But I guess luck was on my side. Truth came out that my brother and I were the sons of a very powerful and wealthy man. We were Rozovsky's and just bearing that name could change the course or our lives. I embraced who I was even if that would cause falling out with my brother. Our good relationship ended when I chose to be a part of that clan. The life I always wanted to have was at the palm of my hands and I would never let this chance pass. I got money, I am wealthy and powerful and this was my chance to prove to Laurel that I can also be the man she always dreamed of. Rich. Powerful. Unstoppable. And when the time comes that she was so into me, I would crush her hard. Just like how she crushed my heart.